Part 82 (1/2)

1137

No one sees what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars

--_Cicero_

1138

He ith life ht, Is a slave ever

1139

A MISSION FOR EVERY ONE

Think not thou livest in vain, Or that one honest pain Of thine is lost

He, who in loving care, Numbers thine every hair, Knows all the cost

No lightest care of thine Escapes His love divine; No siven

Each tender, loving deed, Like soe, precious seed, Shall bear its fruit in heaven

Nor drea Thou'dst not be missed

Thou knowest not what heart, That lives in gloom apart, Would find its sunshi+ne fled If thou wert dead-- What slender thread of faith would break If thou shouldest prove untrue

The flower that blooht sigh: ”Alas; ah, me: Why should I live where none can see?”

But He who made both field and flood, Hath forood, And in His wisdom placed it there To make the desert seem more fair: And if He then hath need of flowers To deck this barren world of ours, He hath a use for thee!

1140

YOUTH, MANHOOD, OLD AGE

How small a portion of our life it is, that we really enjoy In youth, we are looking forward to things that are to coone past; in h we appear indeed to be s that are present, yet even that is too often absorbed in vague determinations to be vastly happy on some future day, e have time

1141

Our little life Is rounded with a sleep

--_Shakespeare_

1142

LIFE REPRESENTED BY A NEWSPAPER